There are places I need to be
But rather be with you
Many times I have been mistaken
And many times I have been wrong
But if I could just hold you now
Everything will be fine
I am calling your name
As I run away to hide my tears
I am calling out to you
I need to be with you
Just close your eyes and hear me
I am calling you
Longing that just won't go away. Excellent write. R
Reviewed by Essie Esterhuizen (Reader)
Reviewed on March 31, 2008
Dis so waar, is daar nie altyd maar 'n soeke na iemand of iets in ons diepere siel nie. Die versugting om reg te maak wat verbrou is, maar dis te laat en dan val ons geroep menigmaal op dowe ore. Die strekking van jou gedig maak dit so persoonlik en 'n mens kan jou maklik daarmee vereenselwig. Dit spreek werklik van diepe gevoelens.
Looks like you've a whole host of echoes on the page below me, Tinka... No matter how isolated we feel, we are never separated in our spirits... hallooooooooooooooooooooo ..o0000 ...oooooo. Take care, Hon xx
The love connection is one that can transcend miles of space to be there as a comfort, a rock to lean on, and a shoulder to cry on when the world seems against you. Very nice Tinks so much said with so little wasted emotions or words.
Sorry if I can't hear you calling my name, but this is Easter and my Mexicanos neighbours go Mariachi bananas and their kind of singing gospel most be heard even in Rome.
Have a nice day my dear friend.
Beautifully written and expressed
I too sometimes get a feeling I should call
My husband when his not home!!
Excellent write!
Have a very Happy Easter
Peace Love and Hugssss...Morning star
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 23, 2008
I call my two brothers names often
they have been gone a long time..
Love ya Tinka..
Happy Easter..
Ron
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love and peace, Carole~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Walt
Is that you? I think I can hear ya. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Fee
Newfie Hugs Rose
TRASK
Happy Easter...
Art Sun...
Regis
beautiful Tinka...
John
Have a nice day my dear friend.
Georg
Peace,
Dan
I too sometimes get a feeling I should call
My husband when his not home!!
Excellent write!
Have a very Happy Easter
Peace Love and Hugssss...Morning star
they have been gone a long time..
Love ya Tinka..
Happy Easter..
Ron